Wednesday, May 25, 2022

Letter To Powell Baptist Church In Response To SATF Report

 

Dear Powell Baptist Church Family,

A couple of weeks ago, I shared with many of you that a report was imminent on a serious trouble facing the Southern Baptist Convention (SBC). The report I was alluding deals with allegations of sexual abuse and subsequent cover up within the leadership of our convention. Last June, the convention met in Nashville Tennessee. Thousands of messengers (delegates from individual churches), myself included, heard of the potential scandal and voted overwhelmingly to form a task force to uncover the evil that lurked within our ranks. In response to that, the Sexual Abuse Task Force (SATF) was formed. The SATF then hired Guidepost Solutions, a third-party investigative firm to inquire into the egregious sin.

Guideposts took on the enormous task of investigating twenty years of allegations and compiled a 288 page report summarized here: SATF report shows EC pattern of resistance to addressing abuse claims | Baptist Press. This report angers, saddens, and embarrasses me. Although the report was released this past Sunday, May 22, 2022, I decided to take a few days before writing because, quite honestly, I have been so sickened by it that it took several days to even process. Men whom I have grown to love, trust, and look up to find their names on the pages. Some were complicit in the cover ups and one in particular has been named as an abuser. Even now it seems that words are failing me. Years and years of not only sexual misconduct by those who lead churches and our conventions, but lies, manipulations, gaslighting, and corruption have invaded the SBC. Many survivors of the abuse were maligned and intimidated. Their stories swept under the rug. However, Scripture tells us in Luke 8:17 that, “Nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest, nor is anything secret that will not be known and come to light.” It is imperative for us to understand that our sin is known to God even if it may be concealed by us.

Now it is upon us to respond to this report. Far too long the survivors have been silenced and justice has not been served. Next month, the SBC will meet again in Anaheim Calif., where Stephanie and I will attend as messengers representing our congregation. Surely much of our time there will be spent on discussing these matters and resolving to bring justice to survivors as well as make progress in ensuring that something like this will never take place again. Rest assured, if any sexual abuse allegations ever come to my desk, I will take immediate and proper action. Such wickedness has no place within the church or within any arena for that matter. Powell Baptist Church will respond swiftly to any such accusations and the appropriate authorities will be notified. Likewise, the 47000 churches that comprise the SBC have spoken and will hold our leadership accountable and place new standards of training, reporting, and response actions into our collective toolbox.

I am still grateful for the SBC and will still cooperate with the institution to further advance the Kingdom of God. What gives me hope is that it was indeed the rank-and-file pastors and laypeople who instigated the investigation to begin with. Our convention does not mandate anything to the local church. Contrarily, the local church, through its messengers direct the convention. In fact, the convention exists only for the collaborative efforts of the local church and, further, the local church is completely autonomous. While the SBC is receiving notable and global backlash for the damning report, it was the efforts of the messengers from the local church that brought this wickedness to light. We were grievously misrepresented by certain members of our leadership and we took action to demonstrate who we really are. Together as individual churches, as well as the Church as a whole, we will stand for the broken. Together we will stand for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

This is a time of lamenting. Not only does this damage our beloved convention, it damages the Kingdom. I am, however, confident in one thing … the Church will not be defeated. I have written this to you because I know that by this point it has been headline news and as your pastor, I felt it necessary to respond to it with you. Being a part of Powell means that you are a part of the SBC. I want you to be equipped with the truth. Your relationship with the SBC need not be represented solely by this. God has used our convention to be one of the largest missional organizations the world has ever known. I have great confidence that the Lord will preserve this institution for His purposes, but even if He chooses not to, we can rest that His Church will remain. It is a distinct honor and privilege to be your pastor and with my efforts, I hope to represent you well to the SBC.

Because He Bled,

Dr. M. Nick Bates

Senior Pastor

Thursday, February 25, 2021

The More You Miss Church, The Less You Miss Church

Name something that Covid-19 hasn't affected...go ahead...I'll wait. 

Listen, I know that our lives have been changed significantly in the last twelve months. I get it. To say it's been hard would be the understatement of a lifetime. As a pastor, I, and my fellow ministers have had to make some really difficult decisions over the last year. Decisions that they didn't teach us to make in seminary. Our church closed for a significant time last year...we weren't able to gather for Easter! During our closure, we transitioned to online services. Then we had a brief time of parking-lot meetings (What in the world?! What even is that?!) We were finally able to reopen but did so in a slow, methodical way. Many of our annual events were either cancelled or radically changed. The pandemic is still effecting us as, even as I write this, we have people from our congregation who are sick with the virus. It still wreaks havoc on much of our lives. It seems that literally everything has changed. Flashback to 2019 and this would seem like an overdramatic dystopian novel. Our lives are not the same. 

But one thing that has not changed is the sovereignty of our God. Yahweh is still on the throne and Jesus is still at His right hand and the Holy Spirit is still active in our hearts and lives. And He is still worthy of our worship. Church, I am convinced that it is time to come back to corporate worship. I do not write this in a cavalier, nonchalant, laissez faire way. I am still wrestling with making sure that we do everything that we can do to ensure the safety and wellbeing of everyone who enters the doors of our sanctuary. But I believe we must be intentional about worshiping our God. There are certainly still many who have legitimate health concerns that may forestall their return but for others, it is time to come back home.

Why?

Because as I mentioned, God is worthy of our worship and that is enough, but we will return to that in just a moment. There are other reasons as well. I recently read an article from the magazine, Christianity Today. In it, Tyler VanderWeele, Director of the Human Flourishing Program at Harvard University's T. H. Chan School of Public Health, was cited as saying, "Bible reading - along with other forms of community and discipleship, such as going to church or participating in a small group - appear to contribute to people's sense of well-being and happiness. The churches have an important and profound role in contributing to people's well-being in general - and especially so during this time."*  God has designed us to be in communion with Him and with other like-minded believers. We find our strength together. When you don't return to worship, there is a lack that the whole body feels in your absence. You are loved and missed by your family.

Back to the importance of the sovereignty of God. Worshiping God is intrinsic to the Christian life. Yes, of course, it is possible for us to worship God alone, and it is highly recommended. After all, our faith is a deeply personal one. But, God, through Christ, established the church as the avenue that we might come together as a body to proclaim His greatness. In His power, God gave us the church as a beautiful display of grace for our good and His glory. There is no other institution in the world more powerful. No other organization that can bring hope to a pandemic stricken world like the church. All because the church has been infused with the power of the Almighty Sovereign God. 

But the church consists of people. Without people who are committed to being the church, the church flounders. God will always preserve His church but do not take it for granted that He will preserve your church. That, in fact, is never promised. Many of you who will read this have come home and for that I am eternally grateful. For those who haven't, please see this as only a compassionate plea from someone who loves you and misses you. As Smokey Bear so eloquently said, "Only you can prevent forest fires." And only you can prevent your church from closing its doors and losing its impact for the Kingdom by your presence and active participation. So come home. Be cautious and responsible, but come home nevertheless. 

* Macinnis, Adam. "COVID-19 Hurts. But the Bible Brings Hope." Christianity Today, December 21,2020. Accessed February 25, 2021. https://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2021/january-february/bible-hope-covid19-flourishing-study.html


Thursday, December 10, 2020

Life Can Change In An Instant

 As I am writing this, I am nearly two weeks post a serious automobile accident. Two weeks ago, I was enjoying Thanksgiving with my family without a second thought of something life changing happening. The next day I was involved in a wreck that could've taken my life. I am grateful and blessed to be here writing this. I have wounds that may end up being life-long scars. I am dealing with anxiety due to insurance issues that are proving to be a real headache but I am here. I am still here. I don't have a car anymore and not sure when I will be able to get another one...but I am here. I still have my family and perhaps we are closer than we have been in a long time. I have been told countless times how lucky I am to be alive...but I simply do not and cannot believe in luck. My God sustained me. 

I am a pastor who preaches to the people God has entrusted me with a message of hope and reliance on Him who can do much more than we could ever ask or think. I am finding out that it is easier to preach that when things are going well or during times that I am not facing a personal crisis. I confess that, although I am certainly grateful that He spared my life, I have had dark moments of the soul in recent days where I have had doubt in my heart. I suppose I am writing this as much for me as for anyone else who may ever read it. I want to know why. I want to have answers for my future that just aren't available to me right now. 

My family and my church have been entirely too gracious to me. My wife is an absolute superstar and I shutter to think what I would've done without her. My church and other friends have done everything within their power to make sure that we have been provided for and have brought delicious meals for my family to enjoy every single night since the accident. Much love has been demonstrated to me and to us. I am grateful but I am also human. I am striving to remember and place my faith in those words that God gave to Paul in 2 Corinthians 12:8-10: "Concerning this thing I pleaded with the Lord three times that it might depart from me. And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong." Family, Church, Friends, this is hard and I am really asking for prayer on my behalf that I will rest in the strength of an almighty God. 

Over the years in ministry, I have learned and have been told that as a pastor, I must guard against showing vulnerability. That I must always practice what I preach. That I simply cannot demonstrate weakness. I understand and even agree with this concept to a certain degree. However, I also have come to realize, perhaps the hard way, that I must not rely on myself entirely. I must show that where I am weak, He is strong. So prayer warriors, I am pleading with you to lift me up to the throne room if and when you think of me. It appears that I may have a long road ahead and will need prayer and faith to sustain me. 

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Never Quit! Never, Never, Never Quit!

     If you were to Google my title, you would find that it is a quote attributed to the "British Bulldog", Winston Churchill. Some report that after a long and eloquent introduction, Churchill stood and said only those words and then promptly sat back down. It is perhaps one of his most famous speeches ever. Churchill was delivering a commencement address to a group of college graduates when he delivered this infamous address … or did he??? 


    Actually, in the midst of a twenty minute speech, he said, "Never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never-in nothing, great or small, large or petty — never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense." Churchill was known as a tenacious, courageous, cigar-smoking, bulldog of a man who would stare down the likes of Hitler to assure the defeat of the Nazis and their world-dominating aspirations. His advice to these college graduates was to fight and fight hard … but know when to give up. 

    If something is right, we should fight for it! We know that our faith requires tenacity and strength. Paul told the Corinthians to "Be watchful, stand firm in the faith, act like men, be strong." (1 Cor. 16:13) Our enemy is pressing down on us with a fervor like I personally have never witnessed before. It is easy to see on the grand scale but I believe we are experiencing it on the personal level as well. So many have grown weary with the daily onslaught. We've got to fight … that's for certain! But church, we've got to fight smarter! Even the indomitable British Bulldog knew when to give in! I am persuaded that there are some really important areas that we need to throw in the towel. 

    So here's my formal resignation to the status quo. I quit! I give up! I give in! I quit being fearful! I quit being nominal! I quit being mediocre! I quit letting the enemy have the upper-hand! Too much is at stake for us to continue ho-hum, monotonous, tame ministry! The only time we should give in is when what we are fighting for stands in contradiction with honour or good (common) sense. It is not honorable for us to continue fighting for something less than excellence for the sake of Christ. Common sense has left us when we fight for outdated traditions that are irrelevant to our current context. Jesus expects us to be in the world and not of it. To be in the world is to be sensitive to the world. Jesus is never irrelevant! 

    It is not time to throw in the towel and concede defeat to our adversary! No, on the contrary, we must fight like we have never fought before. I use these broad terms like "we" because every believer should be on the battlefield against the common enemy … that old sly serpent Satan! But as the Pastor of Powell Baptist Church, it is my responsibility to lead my regiment into battle! So I quit anything that hinders me from being the tenacious, courageous, non cigar-smoking, bulldog of a man that will stare down our adversary to assure the defeat of evil and it's soul dominating aspirations! 2 Chronicles exhorts, "But you, take courage! Do not let your hands be weak, for your work shall be rewarded." Come on troops! Who's with me?!?! LET'S GO!!! 




Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Ministering In a Pandemic

I never imagined that I would pastor a church through a pandemic. It has been challenging to say the least. I have read so many articles, spent countless evenings watching the news broadcasts, and been on more zoom chats than I care to ever repeat. And, unfortunately, its far from over. Navigating this has been one of the toughest things that I think I have ever had to do. It has been physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually draining. I miss lots of things but none compares to the longing that I have for the fellowship of the church body. If this coronavirus pandemic has done anything, it has renewed my love for the church.

I can honestly say that I was taking our ability to meet together for granted. It's not that I didn't love to be here with the people or to be able to worship corporately. It's more that I just assumed I would always have the freedom to do so. Although I know that the persecuted church exists all around the world and there are people who risk their lives every week to worship together, I never imagined that what I considered a basic human freedom and right would ever be taken from me. We are approaching a time where we will be back together finally but in the beginning it's going to be tough. It just won't be the same. We will be socially distancing. We will wear masks. We will not be able to extend the right hand of Christian fellowship or enjoy a warm embrace from our brothers and sisters. I am tired...exhausted even. I have actually stopped watching so much news but I did watch yesterday and saw the horrific pictures of Brazilians digging mass graves as their death toll continues to rise dramatically. My heart breaks for those who have lost loved ones. My heart breaks for those who have lost their livelihoods. The effects of this pandemic are far-reaching and may be felt for a number of years. I have such a sense of loss that words actually fail me to say or to write in an appropriate manner how this hurts.

But, nevertheless, here we are. One thing is for certain, and that is we can rest in the loving arms of Yahweh. In his embrace, we have nothing to fear. We can trust that, even through such tragedy, we are still loved and cared for in a radical way. This is the same God who rescued Israel from slavery and torment. He is the same God who rescued Daniel from the ravenous mouths of lions. The same God who rescued Noah, Jonah, David, Peter, James, John, and Paul. He is the same God who has rescued me over and over and over again. My God will never fail. Whether He rescues me on Earth or He chooses to rescue us who believe in the name of Jesus through our deaths or His second coming, I can know that my God is in complete sovereign control...and I can rest.

As I said earlier, the one thing that I miss the most is the fellowship and corporate worship with the saints. I sincerely believe that one of the greatest blessings, one of the finer things in life, is the ability to gather together with the body of Christ. It has done my heart such good to have been able to speak with and even sometimes see some of the members of my church. We've shared laughs, tears, happiness, heartache, excitement, and frustration over the last couple of months. I do not know what I would have done without the people of God. We were never meant to do this life alone. We were always meant to be together...to have each other. God has always intended us to have meaningful relationships with each other. We build each other up. At the end of the day, it is we who have the responsibility to love each other. I first want to say thank you to everyone who has demonstrated love and care for me and my family. But I also want to exhort you to reach out to someone and let them know just how much you care. You may never know the impact that a phone call or a note might have. In a time when people are feeling isolated, lonely, and depressed, it means more now than ever. 

I also want to thank everyone who has been so faithful in continuing to give generously and sacrificially to the church. That also means more now than perhaps ever before. We have been given the awesome privilege and responsibility to be the church here in our local area. We are an outpost of heaven...a lighthouse of grace here on Earth. We must continue our work here. The Gospel has always needed to be shared but I believe we are living in an unprecedented time when people may be more open to have Gospel conversations than they ever have been in our lifetime. That happens through the ministries of the local church. I understand that it is the responsibility of every believer to share the Gospel but the discipleship is caught at church. The training happens at church. The teaching and modeling happens at church. To think of thousands dying as a result of a pandemic is horrific enough...but to know that many of those who die are doing so without the hope of Jesus is too much. This sobering thought should give us all pause. I ask you...no I plead with you to give generously and sacrificially so that we are able to remain viable in these precarious times. Until the Lord of the harvest comes again, we have work to do in His vineyard. God orchestrated all of this before the foundation of the world. He is, was, and ever will be faithful...but He has always used people to accomplish His purposes. He made you and me for such a time as this. Let us leverage our time, money, and resources...yes even our own lives to be the hands and feet of Jesus when the world needs us most. 

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

King Of The Mountain

I remember when I was a kid, there was a heavily wooded area at the back of our neighborhood. I and a friend of mine played in those woods like it was our own personal forest. We made forts, we played Cops & Robbers, we climbed trees, and skinned plenty of knees.

Then we found it.

For some unknown reason, someone had cleared out a section of trees in the middle of the forest, totally cleared the land, and made a gigantic hill in the process. Oh the fun that he had on that hill! We would carry our bikes to the top and recklessly ride them back down. We rolled down the hill more times than I can even remember. Our favorite game was playing king of the mountain on that old dirt laden hill. I came home filthy nearly every time...much to my mother's dismay. If you've ever played king of the mountain, you know that it is a simple game where the object is to knock everyone else down and be the last man standing. We thought we were gladiators and there was no one who could conquer us if we happened to win the conquest of the day.

As I've grown older, I reminisce about those days...those simpler times. I remember that regardless of who won the game, my friend and I were still just that...friends. While we may bask in the glory of winning one day, it was nearly inevitable that we would lose the next and we would still be friends and enjoy each other's company...that is until we climbed that hill again and the battle raged on. Unfortunately, that isn't how it works often times in the real world.

You see, in the real world, people build the hills for themselves and will fight to sit on their own thrones. People love to build this sort of kingdom and bask in the glory of it all. But the reality is that every kingdom ever known to man has had enemies. The problem with the kingdom of self is that when you become so self-important, you've set yourself up to have somewhere around 7.5 billion enemies. Enemies that are put off by your ego. Enemies that desire nothing but to see you fail. Enemies that would celebrate the opportunity to see you getting knocked off the mountain.

Sometimes people build this kingdom and it overshadows the Kingdom of God. This can look like that person who is so committed to making sure that everything goes their way in church. They cannot stand the thought of their personal preferences not being met. This can also look like someone who is so wrapped up in tradition because in their mind, that is the only way a kingdom can operate. Pastors can get ensnared in this too. For pastors, this can look like boasting about numbers, programs, buildings, and degrees. Often times, people may feel like they are building the Kingdom of God while only building a tall, yet fragile mountain for themselves. I recently read an article which was nothing but a pastor boasting on his own kingdom. He smiled for the camera as the words on the page spoke of his accomplishments. Nowhere in the article was God glorified. Only the man and his mountain.

This is a little side note but I think that it serves as an apt illustration. I have two boys who are two years apart. They absolutely love to get on each other's nerves. One of our favorite vacation spots is the beach and just like most kids, they love to build sandcastles. Another favorite pastime for both of them is to destroy the other's sandcastle. It infuriates both of them, yet they continue to still do it. They watch each other build mountains just to tear them down.

In what is known as the High Priestly Prayer in John 17, Jesus prayed to the Father and emphasized his unity with the father. As a perfect model of unity, Jesus prayed that his church would be unified. He prayed, "that they may all be one, just as you, Father, are in me, and I in you, that they also may be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me" (21). You see here a clear purpose for unity...that the watching world will know that we represent a united Triune God. The Kingdom of God says stuff like, "The first shall be last and the last shall be first." It says things like, "love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you." So I feel just in supposing that we turn our eyes on Jesus and fervently strive to build His Kingdom instead of our own. 

Once in the Bible, Solomon turned his attention away from God's Kingdom and began to focus on his own. As a King, Solomon had much power and that power began, as it so often does, to go to his head. He began to focus on his own desires and pleasures. He felt like he had earned the right to do whatever he pleases with whomever he pleases. He began to build what the Bible refers to as "high places" on mountains in honor of his many wives and their false gods. This displeased God, therefore God said to Solomon in 1 Kings 11:11, "Since this has been your practice and you have not kept my covenant and my statutes that I have commanded you, I will surely tear the kingdom from you and give it to your servant." You may have built a kingdom for yourself that no man can conquer. You may be ontop of a mountain that noone else can overcome. You may be the gladiator today...but rest assured, if your kingdom stands in the way of the glory of the King of Kings...you will get knocked down. 


Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Just Some Turkey And Stuff-ing

Today is the Wednesday before Thanksgiving 2019. Yesterday and the day before, my family spent celebrating birthdays for our two little boys...Great Wolf Lodge is a really fun place and features a water slide that will seriously be a thrill to even the grizzliest of men...think of being sucked up in a tornado in utter darkness and you'll get the picture. I honestly don't know who had more fun...me or the kids? As I sit behind this desk today though, I must confess that for some reason, I am a tad melancholy.

I have more than enough to consider myself a blessed man. For a good portion of the world's standards, I am incredibly wealthy. I have a relatively healthy family, though I wouldn't mind a prayer or two for a particular health concern. I have a new home, two relatively new cars, two rambunctious little boys that love playing outside with me. A wonderful wife that works hard and sacrifices much for our family. A church that really loves me and my little family and does things all of the time to affirm me and my ministry. JUST SO MUCH!

Yet I am drained a little. No worries...I've been here before...and much farther than here. I have learned from the great teacher of experience that things can get much, much worse.

There are things that I want to see God do in my life. Things I want to witness him do in my family. Things I want to experience him accomplish in the church that he has been so gracious to let me lead. Things that he just doesn't seem to be doing right now. I have been a Christ follower for most of my life which means that I have seen God come through in literally every single situation for years now. As a pastor, sometimes I feel like showing any sign of weakness would be to the detriment of those who are under my care. I feel like I have to hide behind a mask of unshakeable faith. But the truth is...I don't. I am a human being with real and sometimes raw emotions. I know that God is there. I know he will accomplish his purpose in his timing...I know these things just as much as I know that I am sitting here typing this right now. I suppose the struggle is the waiting.

I have been in ministry now for more than ten years. I have had the privilege of ministering in wonderful settings and in some not so wonderful ones. I have experienced abundance...and drought. Right now, I am in the best place in my life, ministry-wise. Again, the church I pastor is exceptionally gracious to me and my family. The people here are absolutely amazing and I love them with my whole heart. I find though, that I want more for them. I want God to open up doors of bountiful blessing to them. I want them to experience God in a way like they never have before. I want God to use this church as a light in a dark world. Make no mistake, God IS at work here and he will accomplish these things. Sometimes, I guess in my fragile human state, I wonder if he will have to do these things in spite of me. And then I realize that YES, YES he will have to do these things entirely in spite of me. My righteousness is equivalent to the rag that you used to clean the toilet because everyone is coming over tomorrow to eat Turkey and you don't want to be embarrassed by a nasty bathroom...yep that's me!

When I look in the mirror, I sometimes do not like what I see. You are a pastor dude, get it together...you know better! I don't like that I see someone who struggles. I don't always like the father I see in that mirror. More often than not, I certainly do not like the husband I see. I really don't even care for my physical appearance a whole lot. Being overweight and bald in your thirties will do that for ya. The mirror shows me a man who has been broken because of his own sin...a man made inadequate for all of the many tasks set before him.

But GOD...!!!

The terrible truth is that I am not a great husband, father, son, brother, or pastor. I AM NOT. But my identity is in Christ. Where I have inadequacies, Christ is wholly adequate. Where I fail, Christ succeeds. Where I lose, Jesus gets the W. All of the things that I wish were true...about me, about my family, about my ministry...are things that I have set my mind on as measures of success. I have been lost in my subjectivity. I have looked for success outside of my standing in Christ. He is the absolute truth. He is the objective standard for success. Look, I know that this may be a dangerous post to write...it may cause me some difficulty...but that's okay because Jesus proclaimed that I am more than a conqueror. Writing this has already made me search introspectively and find the peace that God promised would pass all of my understanding. My aim here is not to throw some sort of juvenile, attention-seeking, pity party. My aim is to be transparent. To be real. And to lead others to a REAL God who gives abundant joy even in the darkest nights of the soul.

After trekking all over Great Wolf Lodge, Bass Pro Shops, and a couple of race team headquarters (NASCAR is the best sport outside of college football...fight me!), I was exhausted yesterday. I wanted to kick my feet up and relax a little. I probably kick back and relax a little too much on a regular basis...truth be told and it makes me unhealthy. I have to intentionally work on my posture. Sometimes you just have to stand up straight and stretch out a little. Gratitude is a little like that. It is a posture that sometimes isn't the most natural or even comfortable. Sometimes we just kinda wanna kick back, relax, and wallow in our own mire.

So tomorrow, I will sit at two different tables. I will eat two different Thanksgiving meals with two different sides of my family. And I will be thankful. I will remember that God has me exactly where he wants me to be right now. That doesn't mean that he doesn't want to grow me and stretch me. It certainly doesn't mean that he is done with me or that I have "arrived"...far from it. But God knows who I am and he intimately knows my future. And just like my past, he has never failed me and he won't fail me in my future. So I will rest. I'll enjoy my family. I'll enjoy the food. I'll enjoy the parades. I'll enjoy the football. I'll enjoy knowing that my identity is in Christ alone. I'll enjoy knowing that HE was, is, and ever will be ENOUGH. .

"And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things at all times, you may abound in every good work." 2 Corinthians 9:8

Letter To Powell Baptist Church In Response To SATF Report

  Dear Powell Baptist Church Family, A couple of weeks ago, I shared with many of you that a report was imminent on a serious trouble faci...